By Katelyn Short
Alone with his Father, he wept bitterly
His friends lay sleeping, as he suffered
alone
He pleaded with God, not wanting to die
“Not my will, but yours” was his final
sigh
Betrayed with a kiss, he was carried
away
He was beaten and mocked with a crown
made of thorns
His dignity was stripped, along with his
clothes
He did it for love when he carried that
cross
The nails pierced his skin, through his
hands and his feet
The whole world looked on as he
struggled to breathe
He cried, “Father forgive them, they don’t
understand”
I was the one who put nails in his hands.
Now all alone he hung on that cross
Beaten and bruised for me
My sin poured upon him and God looked
away
The sun no longer could shine
His blood flowed freely, his breathing
grew short
Jesus bowed his head and he cried,
“It Is Finished.”
And there in my place Jesus died.
Alone on the cross he did it for me
He
covered my sins on that day
And then three days later he rose up
again
Death was defeated and Jesus victorious
again
Now the cross and the grave are a symbol
for me
A symbol of love and of Grace
I’m his and He’s mine and someday you’ll
see
I’ll live up with him in eternity
God Bless you all, Never forget the real reason we are celebrating Easter. Never forget the Sacrifice Jesus made because he thinks YOU are Worth Dying For.
